Thursday, April 3, 2014

national poetry month, day three: john donlan

WireMaking choices, we flex risk like a muscle, launch out over the near-absolute zero between solitudes. Another day, another universe to feed like an insatiable child

who forgets the last time he was full. His attention wanders like a searchlight, hates shut doors more than a cat, barges in with wet feet, sings as it flies

its spaceship into a de Kooning. The figures of grace we shape in the air are necessary. That they're performance too makes them invitations to a brief

freedom from what most people consider possible. After the show, let's have a drink: let's have whatever the spruces are having if it'll make us as wild as them.Donlan, John "Wire" Poet to Poet. Roorda, Julie and Elana Wolff, eds. Toronto: Guernica Editions, Inc., 2012. 56.